Spookychild’s writings

“That isn’t how it works. Fifty is over the hill.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Just because your thirteen doesn’t make me over the hill. Nana is over the hill.”

Rachel jumped to her feet and turned around. “Nana, josh says you are over the hill.” Josh did a face palm.

“What? Pills? I thought you said my pills were lost.” Said another weaker voice. But Raven could not see whoever was making these noises.

Raven felt sure she was dreaming still. She seemed to be in the middle of a sitcom about…. Something. These people were acting like it was every day. She couldn’t even move her open her mouth, and they were talking and arguing about their ages.

Abruptly the girl’s face was back peering at her, inches away. “Can you say anything? Try to tell me your name.”

“Maybe try some water.” Said Josh, but raven couldn’t see him, the girl was so close to her. “I am sure she’s very dehydrated.

“Then give it to me.” Said Rachael, putting her hand on her hip and turning away to grab something from Josh.

“Yes ma’am.” Josh replied, raven couldn’t see but he was rolling his eyes again.

Rachael now had a bottle of water in her hands. She bent over Raven and held the water to her lips. “Take small sips. I don’t want you to choke.”

“Wait,” Josh said; he was behind Raven now. “Let me prop her head up a little.” Raven felt herself being lifted a little; when she was set back down, she could see more space around her instead of just the sky and faces.  They were outside and surrounded by trees, no houses or buildings in sight.

“Okay,” Rachael leaned closer, bottle in hand. “Try to open your mouth, just a little, so I can give you some water.” She pressed the plastic against Raven’s lips.